The Little Limbs

The gusts blew limbs off the trees; not big ones, just the little ones. The winds rained all manner of twigs everywhere.

What Did I Do?

I had to pick them up and stuff them into a trash bin. The yard looks a good bit better and my back feels a good bit worse. I was grateful none of the really big ones fell.

Not My Yard Or A Limb I Had To Deal With. But Close, Very Close

The Branches

Actually, branches and twigs are always falling. But usually they come down just one or two at a time, so they seem more manageable, less of a problem.

But after a wind storm, the roof and yard are littered with limbs; and each one has to be dealt with.

Is Life Like That?

Are twigs like the sins in our lives? None of them are especially difficult. Nothing we can’t manage. They make a small mess that’s easily cleaned up, as long as they are small and come just one or two at a time.

We fear the big ones. The thick, massive limbs that damage the roof. Or the tree that blows down and falls on the car. That’s a mess not so easily cleaned up.

To Close

If I care about my home then I’ll clean up the limbs and whatever else that doesn’t belong.

If I care about my soul then I’ll clean up the sins and whatever else that doesn’t belong.